Keriv136

"Gods? Magic? Fantasy? Nonsense."

An-Namrud never cared for any of those things. All that mattered was his work. The Tower of Babel. 

This would prove it to everyone... that gods do not exist.

Until one day, it all came crashing down. His world destroyed, and his soul trapped in a never ending cycle of reincarnation.

After countless cycles, he finally escaped with only the thoughts of revenge against those who had cursed him with this fate.

Been away for a long time, but I am trying to make a come back to writing. Please be patient and continue to support me as I start writing again. I will try to update at least 1 chapter a week for now with more if I can.

Empire of Souls

If Lenia and the chieftain were not powerful Legendary beings, they would have already fainted due to the pressure of the Dragon King's mighty draconic aura. It was truly oppressive, but it was only a slight inconvenience for the two Legendary beings.

While Lenia was completely unfazed, the Orc chieftain was beginning to sweat in anxiety.

"You dare break the agreement between us!?" Shouted the Orc Chieftain.

The Dragon King laughed again, a deep rumbling sound causing the ground to shake once more.

"The agreement is no longer valid. Those who the agreement was made with no longer exist. I am not bound by the agreement anymore. Would I be here if it were still in effect? That agreement bound me with the power of laws between our two kinds. The fact that I am here, should tell you everything you need to know." The Dragon replied lazily in its deep voice.

"Impossible! The Ancestors are eternal!"

Dragon King (2)